I'd once heard the story of a banker who'd been robbed. I didn't know him but I knew his wife who was kind to me when I was a child. She was well-loved, and the banker seemed well respected—even by the robber.
Someone else told me that the robber had claimed the banker was very calm and didn't get nervous, even at gun point.
I hope the robber met a bad end, although I suspect he didn't. I'd heard he'd hidden out not far from my childhood home.
This sign...is not terribly far from my childhood home.
Perhaps there was some truth to the lore.
Another bit of lore was that this area hosted an annual gathering of cowboys, retired lawmen and retired outlaws.
Supposedly, at the end of the feast, the outlaws, if still wanted by the authorities, were given a day of amnesty at the end for them to head back to their hiding spots.
If both the lawmen and outlaws were retired, that would hardly have been necessary but it makes a better story.